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 Ten thousand tortures that more horrid be.

Faust. O, I have seene enough to torture me.

Bad. Nay thou must feele them, taste the smart of all, He that loves pleasure, must for pleasure fall: And so I leave thee Faustus till anon. Then wilt thou tumble in confusion.

Faust. O Faustus, Now hast thou but one bare houre to live, And then thou must be damn'd perpetually. Stand still you ever-moving Spheares of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come, Faire natures eye, rise, rise againe and make Perpetuall day: or let this houre be but a yeare, A moneth, a weeke, a naturall day, That Faustus may repent and save his soule. O lente lente currite noctis equi. The stars move still, time runnes, the clocke will strike, The devill will come, and Faustus must be damn'd. O Ile leap up to Heaven, who puls me downe? One drop of blood will save me: Oh my Christ, Rend not my heart for naming of my Christ, Yet will I call on him: O spare me Lucifer. Where is it now? 'tis gone. And see a threatning arme, and angry brow. Mountaines and hills, come, come, and fall on me, And hide me from the heavy wrath of Heaven. No? then will I headlong run into the earth: Gape earth; Oh no, it will not harbour me. You Starres that raign'd at my nativity, Whose influence have alotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggie mist, Into the entrals of your labouring cloud; That when you vomit forth into the Ayre, My limbs may issue from your smoakie mouths, But let my soule mount, and ascend to heaven. The